April 03, 2008

In our childhood, the teachers in our schoolsOften told us to draw a nice and decent kindOf trousers, but they never taught us to drawThe thing inside the trousersSo then we become nice kids but cowards,Frightened of our own destiny.Because we are cowards, we used to sneak up inThe toilets, making pornographic drawings on the wall,Until we became adults who enjoyed violating ourselves.

After we got old and exhausted, we are able to fantasizeAbout the thing inside the trousers:It is a tiny-insurgent-fierce kingIt is an old-sleepy philosopher contemplating uponthe secret of the universeIt is a volcano full of magmaIt is an embryo cave that sometimes visitedBy preachers and sinners.

Rumors said, after sailing around the world, ColumbusFinally found a new continent inside his trousersAnd Stephen Hawking meditates devoutly there.

When I was about to take a bath, suddenly from behindThe door, came out a beautiful lady in a white dressShe pointed a knife onto my neck,“Choose: Love or Death?!” she threatens,

“Give me a chance to take a bath first, woman,” I cried,

“So that I can wash away my sins. After that,I am yours to rape,”

As I finished taking a bath, that woman disappearedI walked home suspiciously; what if she ambushed meOn my way home?

What have I done wrong? I’ve never hurt a womanExcept the day when I was born.

When I was about to go to bed, suddenly from behindThe door, came out a ball-headed lady in a white dressShe pointed a knife onto my neck,“Choose: Rape or Kill?!” she threated meI was panic, I answered without thinking:“I choose OR!”

She laughed, “You smart kid,” she said.Then she kissed my neck, “Sleep gently, my love-sorrow,I’ll be back in your dreams”